Birthday gift; Slythindor100 #133
Title: Caribbean Heatwave
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex on the beach
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 515
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for chyldofeternity, who requested heatwave
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #133 - photo prompt
Summary: Harry and Draco create a heatwave.
Spring in London had been colder than normal but as damp as usual. When Draco had declared he would simply die if he didn't get to see the sun soon, Harry had relented and arranged for them to take a holiday in the Caribbean. It had taken a lot of money and even more clout, but Harry had succeeded in securing them a villa on a private stretch of beach on a lush, tropical island.
Harry had been glad to escape the wet chill of England, but he hadn't anticipated the heatwave they would encounter in their private paradise. Nevertheless, he and Draco made the most of it. They cavorted in the sea and lounged on the beach in the morning and evening, while the heat of the day was avoided by relaxing inside their villa. They shagged frequently, enjoying the chance to rekindle their romance.
On the final day of their vacation, clouds moved in, and the temperature broke. Harry and Draco took advantage of the weather and spent most of the day on the beach. They swam naked in the sea and allowed the breeze to dry their skin as they shared a towel on the sand.
Harry toyed with Draco's damp hair and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's warm nape. Draco smiled and turned his head for a proper kiss. It started out languid and searching, but soon enough Draco had shifted in Harry's arms, and their tongues were twined together in a passionate snog.
Harry broke for air. "Why haven't we christened the beach yet?" he gasped.
"Too hot," Draco murmured, kissing Harry's chest.
"Let's heat things up, shall we?" suggested Harry. He moved behind Draco and stroked his boyfriend's smooth back while kissing and nipping Draco's shoulders.
Draco dropped to his fours and wiggled his arse invitingly.
They had no lubricant, but Harry was able to concentrate and conjure some in the palm of his hand. He prepared Draco, wringing frustrated groans from his boyfriend before he moved into position and joined their bodies. Draco hummed in pleasure and reached back with one arm to draw Harry into another heated snog.
Harry indulged Draco until the need to thrust became too great. He grasped Draco's hips in his hands and began pumping into him at a leisurely pace. Draco rocked back and forth, taking Harry deep on each stroke.
The shrill cries of gulls overhead could not drown out the sounds of Harry and Draco coupling on the beach. Their delighted moans and gasping breaths were punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of flesh meeting flesh. Sweat dampened their skin as Harry and Draco created their own brand of heatwave.
Afterward, they lay side-by-side on the towel and watched the clouds darken on the horizon.
"It's a pity we don't have beaches like this in England," said Harry.
"Don't worry," replied Draco. "I daresay we'll be taking plenty of sand home with us."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex on the beach
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 515
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for chyldofeternity, who requested heatwave
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #133 - photo prompt
Summary: Harry and Draco create a heatwave.
Spring in London had been colder than normal but as damp as usual. When Draco had declared he would simply die if he didn't get to see the sun soon, Harry had relented and arranged for them to take a holiday in the Caribbean. It had taken a lot of money and even more clout, but Harry had succeeded in securing them a villa on a private stretch of beach on a lush, tropical island.
Harry had been glad to escape the wet chill of England, but he hadn't anticipated the heatwave they would encounter in their private paradise. Nevertheless, he and Draco made the most of it. They cavorted in the sea and lounged on the beach in the morning and evening, while the heat of the day was avoided by relaxing inside their villa. They shagged frequently, enjoying the chance to rekindle their romance.
On the final day of their vacation, clouds moved in, and the temperature broke. Harry and Draco took advantage of the weather and spent most of the day on the beach. They swam naked in the sea and allowed the breeze to dry their skin as they shared a towel on the sand.
Harry toyed with Draco's damp hair and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's warm nape. Draco smiled and turned his head for a proper kiss. It started out languid and searching, but soon enough Draco had shifted in Harry's arms, and their tongues were twined together in a passionate snog.
Harry broke for air. "Why haven't we christened the beach yet?" he gasped.
"Too hot," Draco murmured, kissing Harry's chest.
"Let's heat things up, shall we?" suggested Harry. He moved behind Draco and stroked his boyfriend's smooth back while kissing and nipping Draco's shoulders.
Draco dropped to his fours and wiggled his arse invitingly.
They had no lubricant, but Harry was able to concentrate and conjure some in the palm of his hand. He prepared Draco, wringing frustrated groans from his boyfriend before he moved into position and joined their bodies. Draco hummed in pleasure and reached back with one arm to draw Harry into another heated snog.
Harry indulged Draco until the need to thrust became too great. He grasped Draco's hips in his hands and began pumping into him at a leisurely pace. Draco rocked back and forth, taking Harry deep on each stroke.
The shrill cries of gulls overhead could not drown out the sounds of Harry and Draco coupling on the beach. Their delighted moans and gasping breaths were punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of flesh meeting flesh. Sweat dampened their skin as Harry and Draco created their own brand of heatwave.
Afterward, they lay side-by-side on the towel and watched the clouds darken on the horizon.
"It's a pity we don't have beaches like this in England," said Harry.
"Don't worry," replied Draco. "I daresay we'll be taking plenty of sand home with us."